Marco Polo - Premium Dope lyrics

[Intro] (Laugh) Yeah We back up in this b**h! That premium dope [Verse 1: Snak The Ripper] Ay yo I spy with my eyes So fly sh** designed by Corrupt cops that buckshots That crack rocks and drive by's Flood the streets like high tide Just thinking about how time flies You keep this f**ing around can get your shirt stained like tie dye f** smiles and high fives Creeping up on your blind side This is a true story but on acid it's a sci-fi Read the rappers on the net with no ethernet or wifi Forty thousand feet above your city when I fly by Sitting shady, spitting crazy Till I'm whipping in Mercedes Splitting lips on pussies like delivering the grip of babies b**hes wanna set my gravy Foaming at the mouth like they all Sick with rabies, cripping maybe Rocked 'em all in the eighty's Slash you with an axe, listening to Guns ‘n Roses Yo this sh**'s addictive like that trash you putting off your noses Every verse ferocious, every word atrocious Sicker than most, the closest Short of breath like overdosing with tuberculosis Yo it's [Hook x2: Snak The Ripper & KXNG Crooked] Stack top of the line Just rockin' your mind Move lots at a time, that premium dope Might as well get a stack off the shelf In the back we just sell by the pack, that premium dope [Verse 2: KXNG Crooked] I just go to distance, I just know persistence I'm just so relentless, I'm just so consistent They call it show business but I never show my business Some of you n***as is hoes, some of you hoes is hoes I'm just better than both of you b**hes But the flow is so chauvinistic And I don't leave no forensics for the detective to collect Whenever I go ballistic Aim your whole existence for dead presidents like the ghost of Nixon Give a n***as more bars than a prosecutor who got the most evictions (bars) Walking down on my city, how dare you? My n***as a stick you up when ever they care to Shut the f** up, you get stuck up like a booji b**h You get stuck up like The Weeknd's hairdo And clear blue diamonds snatched up like Claire Bloom (gimme that) You make me have to make a move like a godfatherly Your block hotter than rock lava, hotter than a hood of police cars (yeah) To my top shottas they gone pop choppers like bloc bloca Had the top doctors trynna put you back together with ER Cause we are [Hook x2]